We logged 26 miles on the GPS Wednesday. Tyson led Mom and I on the hunt for steeps, trees, and powder. We found blacks so steep Tyson tumbled down them on the end of the Stillwater bowl. We found traverses with blowing snow and flat light obscuring drop-offs that we only found when our skis grew light and our hearts rose to our throats. We found steep trees, and moderate trees, and a few trees with stashes of powder no one else had discovered.